Our Democratic Lips! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Feeling giddy gazing at my democratic lips,
to kiss first and then drain out the saps,
palpitating hearts staring at the clear dreams,
to bring forward; resurrecting on the hot platform.

Rising hands have fingers of one and null,
what do you want to do with them except pull,
and push the earth plate's many platters,
hugging me tight does nothing better,

pluck one's own flowers early morn,
of anytime of the youth exits stubborn,
a human in you never failed for generations,
why do you still look at my democratic vision?

Thousands have never stopped to flee,
from the after effects of doctrines war riddles..